The Puddles

It’s 2am. I think that I’m finally ready.  Through a series of errors committing by many, I am up late doing laundry so that we have the proper clothes for our outing tomorrow (or today really). After church our fabulous small group is heading to St. Vincent de Paul’s clothing closet to switch the summer clothes to the winter clothes.  I am so excited my adrenaline is keeping me awake.  I hope that it carries me through today’s church service and onto our adventure.

Our contact person at the mission assures me it is ok if we don’t finish.  She said it so often, I have taken it on as a challenge.  We shall succeed.  We shall finish. We shall get it ALL done.   There will be no failure. She was being kind to us, but I REALLY want to accomplish the task that is set before us.  If only we didn’t have that pesky worship in the morning, we could get an earlier jump on it.  But alas, the pastor is in our small group and it would be a shame to start without him.

The puddles are just excited to go to church in tshirts and jeans. But we are sharing a meal after church and there won’t be time to change clothes. Our small group has lots of children in it so this is a great project for entire families to participate in.

So in the morning we will get up really really early, head over to feed our neighbor’s cat,  off to the grocery store, followed up with a quick teacher meeting before S.S., then Sunday school class, church, potluck luncheon, and then we get to go the service project. It sounds really busy.  I should get some sleep.